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In the twilight's grip, where shadows dance,

Whispers of ancient rites enthrall,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

The covenant of darkness calls.

Through forests veiled in endless night,

Where the moonlight's kiss is cold and pale,

Echoes of a thousand cries,

A hymn to chaos, a funeral wail.

In the abyss, where demons dwell,

Their eyes aflame with infernal might,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

A pact forged in the depths of night.

Screams of anguish pierce the silence,

As souls are offered upon the pyre,

Their essence feeds the flame of defiance,

In the realm where darkness reigns higher.

Through veins of fire, we walk alone,

Embracing the void with fervent zeal,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

In the blackened heart, our truths reveal.

To the abyss we pledge our souls,

In the name of chaos, we take our stand,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will

In the howling winds of desolation,

Where the earth is scorched and barren,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

We defy the gods, we challenge heaven.

With each chord, a blasphemy,

A symphony of rebellion unfurled,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

We raise our voices to shake the world.

Through the frostbitten wastelands we roam,

With frostbitten hearts and souls ablaze,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

We tread the path of the ancient craze.

In the flickering light of funeral pyres,

Where the scent of death lingers heavy,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

We revel in chaos, ever ready.

Behold the altar, stained with sacrifice,

Where darkness reigns eternal and untamed,

Inscribed in blood, bound by will,

Our legacy in shadows, forever proclaimed.